Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Ghost Hunting, Task 3: Write about the relationship between a doctor and patient
Word Count: 309
"Harry you can't be injured again," Hermione shouts, loud enough to hurt my ears.
"But I can Mione, It was an accident," I shrug my shoulders on the word accident.
You could almost see her fuming, "an accident? Are you mental, you don't break a hip by accident Harry," she audibly breaths, "I'm on my way to St. Mungo's you pyscho."
I chuckle lightheartedly, "Take all the time in the world Mione, the hips still broken."
I hung up the phone with a smile, leaning back into the hospital bed.
"Mr. Potter," Hannah smiles, "Pleasure to see you again."
"Hannah, I've told you billion times it's Harry, Gosh I was over for dinner yesterday," I shift to get more comfortable, "How are Neville and the kids?"
"They're doing wonderful," she adjusts my pillow, "The doctor will be in in just a moment."
"Thanks a bunch Hannah," I call out the door as she walks away.
The silence in the hospital is almost as awful as the sterile scent, I don't think a cell could last a few seconds in the environment.
"Ah, Mr. Potter," a deep voice breaks the silence, "Now why would I be assigned to your case?"
Liquid mercury eyes stare at me, penetrating my soul, "I broke a hip," I say nonchalantly.
"At twenty seven, tsk tsk Mr. Potter." Draco's voice was dripping sarcasm; his playful banter endearing.
"Sorry Doctor," my tone was just as teasing.
"On a serious note," he smiles down at the paper resting upon the clipboard in his hand, "There isn't much we can do, set it and wrap it. You won't be moving much in the next few days, I'll alert Kreacher for you and most of all, no sex."
"Draco," I mock, "you're going to be the only one sad about the no sex rule," a wink following the phrase.